The boys and I were wrestling on the floor this afternoon before I went to work. At one point, The Narrator tried to drag me across the floor by the arm. I laughed at him.
“I’m a little heavier than you are you know. Think of it this way. If you AND your brother were combined, I’m still heavier. In fact, another you and most of one more of your brother is what it would take to weigh as much as I do.”
Then, to myself I said “My God, I’m a fatass.” To which, my three year old replied:
“Yeah….we know.”
Thanks kid.
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HAHAH out of the mouths of babes. They hold no punches.